It’s not very often that you play a game where your character can alter the level, but Fault Line is one of those games, as the title might imply. A platformer without any shooting, you must make it through each level by folding (and possibly unfolding) the fabric of spacetime. Or, if you want to get philosophical, man, the 0’s and 1’s that are computed into constricting our little guy.
The arrow keys move your guy around and you can jump, but it’s the mouse that is crucial. There are ‘thingies’ in the level, which, if you click and drag between them, will cause the map in the area defined by parallel lines that are tangent to the line formed between the ‘thingies’ to disappear. Or, in simpler terms, remember how on the back of MAD Magazine, they had that thing where if you folded the page, you would get something hilarious? Same concept, fewer fart jokes.
You can also ‘unfold’ that area by blasting it with your blast gun. There are no bad guys, but there are a great number of ways to die. Whether by laser beam, mines or fire, you have to stay on your toes and think several steps ahead. This is a game where you learn by making mistakes. Lethal mistakes.
Brilliant game. 8 bit graphics make this a very clean looking game. The color scheme errs on the side of purple, which you don’t find all that often. The sound effects get a bit annoying after a while, but luckily you can turn them off. Seriously, your guy clanks against everything that it touches. I really hate turning off the sound to a game, because those guys worked hard on it, but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
This game can be a bit of a browser hog, so don’t have too many tabs open while you are playing it.
You’re confused aren’t you? Yes, it’s a very confusing concept. It is very tough for weak mortal humans to fold the very fabric of our existence. It’s something that shouldn’t happen. But, dear reader, in this game it does happen. If there is a wall in your way, you can bend it. You can bend the floor around lasers.
Or, you can choose not to accept this awesome responsibility. You can go back to reading your Twilight fanfiction and eating your delicate Milano cookies. Or, you can accept the righteous truth that things are not always what they seem and escape from the prison that only exists in your mind.
Don’t do drugs by the way.
|Bend walls. Escape.|